Rain

And so it gently falls again.
Pitter, patter, pitter...
Singing its soft melodious tunes,
that speaks of calm and serenity.
Pitter, patter, pitter...
It frolics playfully in the breeze,
Twirling in a joyful dance,
That falls upon the lush green grass.
But alas, the great winds blew,
and sent the grey clouds scurrying off.
The warm first glows
Of golden rays
Soon shone their light again.
'tis marks the end, the end, the end,
of their merry song and lively dance.
And so it pitter, patter and pitter
No more.

-LeVaire

And that was the poem I wrote while rotting at my game station in MMM during the OGL Camp. 8 hours of wait and only one group came. I had all the time in the world. So inspiration struck me whilst I was sitting on the hard, cold ground and staring out into the rain, falling gracefully from the skies above.